Song of the Working GirlsBy Harriet Monroe(American contemporary. Editor “Poetry.” In “Life and Labor.”[13])
By Harriet Monroe
(American contemporary. Editor “Poetry.” In “Life and Labor.”[13])
Sisters of the whirling wheelAre we all day;Builders of a house of steelOn Time’s highway,Giving bravely, hour by hour,All we have of youth and power.Oh, lords of the house we rear,Hear us, hear!Green are the fields in May-time,Grant us our love-time, play-time.Short is the day and dear.Fingers fly and engines boomThe livelong day,Through far fields when roses bloomThe soft winds play.Vast the work is—sound and trueBe the tower we build for you!Oh, lords of the house we rear,Hear us, hear!Green are the fields in May-time,Grant us our love-time, play-time.Short is the day and dear.Ours the future is—we faceThe whole world’s needs.In our hearts the coming raceFor life’s joy pleads.As you make us—slaves or free—Oh, lords of the house we rear,Hear us, hear!Green are the fields in May-time,Grant us our love-time, play-time.Short is the day and dear.
Sisters of the whirling wheelAre we all day;Builders of a house of steelOn Time’s highway,Giving bravely, hour by hour,All we have of youth and power.Oh, lords of the house we rear,Hear us, hear!Green are the fields in May-time,Grant us our love-time, play-time.Short is the day and dear.Fingers fly and engines boomThe livelong day,Through far fields when roses bloomThe soft winds play.Vast the work is—sound and trueBe the tower we build for you!Oh, lords of the house we rear,Hear us, hear!Green are the fields in May-time,Grant us our love-time, play-time.Short is the day and dear.Ours the future is—we faceThe whole world’s needs.In our hearts the coming raceFor life’s joy pleads.As you make us—slaves or free—Oh, lords of the house we rear,Hear us, hear!Green are the fields in May-time,Grant us our love-time, play-time.Short is the day and dear.
Sisters of the whirling wheelAre we all day;Builders of a house of steelOn Time’s highway,Giving bravely, hour by hour,All we have of youth and power.
Sisters of the whirling wheel
Are we all day;
Builders of a house of steel
On Time’s highway,
Giving bravely, hour by hour,
All we have of youth and power.
Oh, lords of the house we rear,Hear us, hear!Green are the fields in May-time,Grant us our love-time, play-time.Short is the day and dear.
Oh, lords of the house we rear,
Hear us, hear!
Green are the fields in May-time,
Grant us our love-time, play-time.
Short is the day and dear.
Fingers fly and engines boomThe livelong day,Through far fields when roses bloomThe soft winds play.Vast the work is—sound and trueBe the tower we build for you!
Fingers fly and engines boom
The livelong day,
Through far fields when roses bloom
The soft winds play.
Vast the work is—sound and true
Be the tower we build for you!
Oh, lords of the house we rear,Hear us, hear!Green are the fields in May-time,Grant us our love-time, play-time.Short is the day and dear.
Oh, lords of the house we rear,
Hear us, hear!
Green are the fields in May-time,
Grant us our love-time, play-time.
Short is the day and dear.
Ours the future is—we faceThe whole world’s needs.In our hearts the coming raceFor life’s joy pleads.As you make us—slaves or free—
Ours the future is—we face
The whole world’s needs.
In our hearts the coming race
For life’s joy pleads.
As you make us—slaves or free—
Oh, lords of the house we rear,Hear us, hear!Green are the fields in May-time,Grant us our love-time, play-time.Short is the day and dear.
Oh, lords of the house we rear,
Hear us, hear!
Green are the fields in May-time,
Grant us our love-time, play-time.
Short is the day and dear.
[13]Copyright by the “Poetry Publishing Co.”
[13]Copyright by the “Poetry Publishing Co.”
[13]Copyright by the “Poetry Publishing Co.”